Bible Study

Before the Roses Bloom Again

Last week I had a brief conversation with a precious friend as we passed each other in the drugstore. I asked how she was doing and her reply was, “I’m tired. I’m just so tired.” She is tired. She is carrying a heavy burden and her exhaustion is evident. But her remark wasn’t in reference to her physical and emotional status, it was something more, something deeper, something stronger than any weariness this world will ever understand.

I feel it too and so do many of my friends. We talk about it often. We have a weariness within our spirits and we are ready to go. Where, you ask? Home. We are ready to go home.

Is it possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been, a place you’ve only read about in the greatest book ever written?  I believe it is possible because I am homesick for that place. I have such a longing within my spirit for my heavenly home and I understand the great Apostle Paul and his words in Philippians 1:23, “I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart and be with Christ; which is far better.”

Just as Paul, I have no doubt of what lies beyond this earthly life for me, “We are confident, I say, and rather willing to be absent from the body and present with the Lord.” 2 Corinthians 5:8

Understanding the prophecies throughout the Bible and watching their fulfillment unfold before our very eyes lets me know that the end of the earthly walk of the pilgrims of the Lord is very near. This world truly is not our home, we are sojourners here. We are just passing through.

When I was a kid, we used to sing a song at the church where I grew up entitled, “Wait a Little Longer, Please Jesus.” The song was a plea to the Lord to give us more time for friends and loved ones to find salvation. We don’t sing that song anymore. Not because it’s old and no longer popular but because we are tired. We now repeat the words of the scripture found in Revelation 22:20, “Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

For many years we have prayed for our lost friends and loved ones, we have pleaded with them to repent and find salvation available only through the shed blood of Jesus Christ. And now we are tired. We long for the the trumpet to sound.

For the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the  voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God, and the dead in Christ shall rise first. Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord. 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17

We know that one day soon, it will be the final day. We will no longer be here to preach the gospel, to issue the altar calls, to plead with the lost to find salvation in the shed blood of Jesus at the foot of the cross.

Over and over and over Jesus tells us to watch and listen for His coming. He could come at any time, I truly believe He is standing at the door. I’ve had a song on my mind all day, a song I often play and sing with “Oscar” (my old autoharp) in the privacy of my office. I will spare you the agony of hearing me sing, but I will share the lyrics written by Betty Jean Robinson to the song, Before the Roses Bloom Again.

  • When the leaves begin to fall and the birds start flying south
  • Nature sighs her gentle whisper, “summer’s gone”
  • When I see the scarlet roses drop their petals to the ground
  • I get a feeling deep inside me to go home
  • When I see God’s little creatures storing their winter food
  • And I see His children start to gather in
  • Seems I hear a distant call, this could be the last snowfall
  • We may be home before the roses bloom again
  • Before the roses bloom again, we may be walking the streets of glory
  • For each season brings us closer to the end
  • When I see the flowers fade, a gentle thought reminds me
  • We may be home before the roses bloom again

May God bless and keep you, my friends, and if we don’t meet again here I hope to meet you over there.


1 thought on “Before the Roses Bloom Again

  1. “I come to the garden alone. While the dew is still on the roses. . .” and the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses . . . ” Even so, come Lord Jesus.

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